Tyrant Ultraman Novels & Stories

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”

Ambrose smiled faintly at the approaching Sea Mackie Clan elites and said, "You guys are not my match." "What an arrogant kid!" "You have got a death wish!" "Quit boasting! Hurry up and surrender." Several powerful Sea Mackie Clan elites were extremely annoyed at Ambrose; they pulled out their weapons and aimed at Ambrose's heart! Ambrose shook his head. "I'll entertain you since you want a fight." He knew that those elites were all Martial Emperors, but he was not intimidated because he had the Tyrant Hammer. Buzz! Ambrose summoned his Tyrant Hammer, and in an instant, majestic internal energy dispersed from his body!

Tyr‘s eyes were filled with golden flames when he opened his eyes. Simultaneously, the surge of vitality energy within his body gave him the perception that he was the most powerful being on the planet. Roar! Roar! Tyr let out a loud roar as he spread his arms out in front of him. Then, out of nowhere, a terrifying beam of light rushed into the sky. Tyr felt as if he had been reborn after the light beam dissipated. There were even crackling sounds that continued to sound between his joints.

Then all of a sudden, the Tyrant’s eyes burned brighter than ever before. And something shifted. Its form stabilized completely. No longer flickering. No longer hesitating. It had successfully learned all it needed to know. The voice echoed again. It was cold and final. “ADAPTATION ACKNOWLEDGED.” Aria’s blood ran cold at the sound of it. Dax’s grip tightened. “ESCALATION REQUIRED,” the Tyrant added. The sky above them— Which had already been torn apart now started to split open by itself. This time, it didn’t stop for anything.

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She was clinging to me… me, not him. For the first time, I felt it. Control. Leverage. Everything I’d wanted. She was finally scared of Thorne. And that bastard couldn’t protect her from himself. I stood slowly, squaring my shoulders, and left the room. The hallway felt suffocating, thick with tension as I spotted Thorne Weston, the so-called mafia tyrant, leaning against the wall like he’d just staggered out of a war. His knuckles were bloodied from where he must’ve punched something, his eyes wild, jaw trembling like he was holding himself together with broken glass.